Scott's Nightmare

Ah, Sunday afternoon.

For the first Sunday afternoon in months, I took a nap of my own with Scott. The boy was sleeping and the house was still. How blissful.

Scott woke up about an hour into our nap and rushed to get Soren. He told me later that he'd had a nightmare that our baby was having seizures. When he woke up, his first thought was to check if Soren was ok. He said the boy looked up from his crib when he entered the room, rubbed his eyes, and flashed a gummy grin. Scott was very relieved to see him well and happy. He picked him up and tried to give him a hug. Soren's not a very cuddly baby. He was squirming and protesting but Scott carried him about for a bit, until he was sure he was ok, then brought him into bed with us.

I think that was one of the first times I really got a glimpse of how much Scott loves our son. Dads have a very different love for their children, I think. But it is just as powerful and needed. Scott loves Soren very much and wants to protect him. I think he's going to worry and nit-pick a lot less about our children. But when they're in danger, I know Scott will be the first one rushing to their rescue.

It's like that even now. I'll let Soren play with dangerous stuff and Scott won't. He definately feels it is his responsibility to keep the family safe.

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